to watch your small souls
snuffed out at the moment of existence.
Your small bodies
curled, pearlescent,
unused, transparent.
Your mother hovering nearby
hopeful, protective.
Willing you to live.
How lucky was my own
to have me alive?
-Sarah Ahmed
Your topic invited me to this post,
Your topic touched my heart
Alas, it was a sad one!
Thanks Bharat. The sad things in life are sometimes also some of the most meaningful,and we need to look at them (i feel). Anyways,dont be too sad,this was written about my fish!